My First Wife and I had a fantastic vacation in
The City of
My last visit to
I had a hard time choosing which photos to post because I took so many. But this little selection represents just about everything.
This is the house where I grew up. It’s empty now and all boarded up, but it lives on in My Other Blog. I was amazed at the compliments I received while we were in
D Hill is the quintessential landmark of
When we entered the banquet hall for our last big evening together, this double line of current cheerleaders loved each one of us through. They made us feel like royalty. It was a really creative welcome to begin a really great evening.
Five hundred people registered to attend and I think we were all there, singing YYYY...M...C...A!
The three pics above were taken in the old P-D Mercantile store on
In the movie, The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean, Paul Newman majestically descended this flight of stairs. Please note that My First Wife and I have also descended these stairs. The steps and banisters are solid marble—in the famous Gadsden Hotel in
The stained glass art is original and about 100 years old. There’s a lot more of it than shown here, too. Hundreds of notables have stayed in this hotel. The first time I ever watched TV, when I was 12, was in this lobby. By the way, the hotel will give you a fan if it gets too hot in your room.
I took many pictures that feature
On a peaceful, pleasant October afternoon, there is no greater place than under God’s Canopy in Cochise County,
This is the church where I grew up. My parents were members here from 1941 to 1982. (Dad passed away in ’81 and Mom moved back to
When I went inside after a 20 years absence I invested some more tears when memories flashed out of that sanctuary. There are no words to tell how my senses and emotions bubbled up and splashed out my eyes. I’d do it again, too. A reverent moment. A happy moment.
We met the current pastor of the church, and he told us that his father and my father were co-workers in the 30s and 40s. They were Border Patrolmen together then. If that story wasn’t a divine connection that day, in that town, in that church—then nothing ever has been. Lemme tell you something: when the Lord reaches down and paints a blessing on a weekend, it’s a class act. What a Masterstroke.
A special bonus I’ll always remember: My First Wife was patient while I ran around like a little kid. She never complained that she was bored or that she was ready to leave. She let me go and enjoy myself. Secret: I think she had fun, too, meeting some of the Douglas people I’ve mentioned over the years.
PS: Notice my cool Black and Gold shirt. “Once a Bulldog…always a Bulldog!